to. I walked today in the City, and dined at a
private house, and went to see the auction of poor Charles Barnard's
books; they were in the middle of the physic books, so I bought none;
and they are so dear, I believe I shall buy none, and there is an end;
and go to Stoyte's, and I'll go sleep.

30. Morning. This is Good Friday, you must know; and I must rise and go
to Mr. Secretary about some business, and Mrs. Vanhomrigh desires me to
breakfast with her, because she is to intercede for Patrick, who is so
often drunk and quarrelsome in the house, that I was resolved to send
him over; but he knows all the places where I send, and is so used to my
ways, that it would be inconvenient to me; but when I come to Ireland,
I will discharge him.(14) Sir Thomas Mansel,(15) one of the Lords of the
Treasury, setting me down at my door to-day, saw Patrick, and swore he
was a Teague-lander.(16) I am so used to his face, I never observed it,
but thought him a pretty fellow. Sir Andrew Fountaine and I supped this
fast-day with Mrs. Vanhomrigh. We were afraid Mr. Harley's wound would
turn to a fistula; but we think the danger is now past. He rises
every day, and walks about his room, and we hope he will be out in a
fortnight. Prior showed me a handsome paper of verses he has writ on Mr.
Harley's accident:(17) they are not out; I will send them to you, if he
will give me a copy.

31. Morning. What shall we do to make April fools this year, now it
happens on Sunday? Patrick brings word that Mr. Harley still mends, and
is up every day. I design to see him in a few days: and he brings me
word too that he has found out Vedeau's brother's shop: I shall call
there in a day or two. It seems the wife lodges next door to the
brother. I doubt the scoundrel was broke, and got a commission, or
perhaps is a volunteer gentleman, and expects to get one by his valour.
Morrow, sirrahs, let me rise.--At night. I dined to-day with Sir Thomas
Mansel. We were walking in the Park, and Mr. Lewis came to us. Mansel
asked where we dined. We said, "Together." He said, we should dine with
him, only his wife(18) desired him to bring nobody, because she had only
a leg of mutton. I said I would dine with him to choose; but he would
send a servant to order a plate or two: yet this man has ten thousand
pounds a year in land, and is a Lord of the Treasury, and is not
covetous neither, but runs out merely by slattering(19) and negligence.
The worst dinner I ever saw at